Chorus x2: Shoulda broke it to the left man
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[KILO]
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I was born to be a PIMP!
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Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-steppin,
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Never caught on my square,So there ,when I ride I pass my wea-pon,
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Who-Ever want to go to war, better come fully equipped
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When I grip my clip thats it, I'm on some gangbangin shit,
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In my hood gotta slang, gotta bang
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was the knowledge I observed
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To the left solid, what up joe? what's well, hangin on the curb puffing herb
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Straight hustlin NIGHT and DAY,gotta get that knot
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Double up my glock and hoody, i'm lookin for goodys on your block
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This is a stick up, don't make it no ambulance pick up (nigga)
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Give it up, get lit up, pussy motherfucka
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You best to give it up to the right, thats them gangstas and shit
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But thats cool, get your money, but i'm gone break it to the left
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Chorus x3
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[Wildstyle]
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They said this nigga wasn't gone come up, just run up wit his bad ass
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I'ma tell ya momma,daddy did it with the flu and I thought you knew it
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BITCH
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Comin from the CHI, bang my shit to the left side
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Homicide a double in the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why?
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I was only 15 years old, never handlin a vice lord steady growing
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I learn my shit from the niggas comin up in that county whoa
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Blastin at the niggas on the other side
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picking up the trigger when you come up right?
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Aint no love what love got to do with it
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when you be slappin them ugly BITCHES!
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Bitches gone get you caught up, fighting over them hoes
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She be giving up the pussy left and right
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I could've fucked that hoe last night
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Rolling down the block, I be the mack and playa of the set,
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45 automatic if you want to get off your chest
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Shoulda broke it to the left man
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Chorus x3
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[ColdHard]
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Listen up, I heard some mothafucker said that they want some static
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Lets grab them automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it
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For fuckin wit, the wrong motherfucker
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that you thought you had you a trickhead
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Run up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you want the dub shit
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And your whole click aint shit to me
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Try to play these games with the C-O-L-D
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Bustin caps in ya ASS going 50 miles fast
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Know you hoes can come and see me
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Cuz it don't mean shit, I'm ready to turn it on any time
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Specially when I come to shoot
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I'm a loon and I'ma have that damn nine
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Only you some nigga dying
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to hell wit his momma and them and all that crying
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Nigga shouldn't did what he did now hes a DEAD ASS CLOWN,
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Another nigga that wont make it in this world man,
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played hisself to the right
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And that shit wasn't right, now its a damn shame
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Should've broke it to the left man
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Chorus x3
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[Never]
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Could it be that a nigga want to play game,
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And the game done already been played,
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Trying to get with this gangbangalistic shit
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for your homies in they grave,
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Had to think about murder but you couldn't go deep,
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So get ready for tha street sweeper, going to be a cold creeper
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When you told the playa pimp ill beat ya
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and a nigga like me was always in the game
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Cuz I kept my shit tight,niggas talkin bout we used to fight
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Nigga used to get they ass sniped , and its still the same up in the CHI
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Thats where my nigga rose dwell, bustin bustas in they face,
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On the murder case, spraying they bullet wounds wit mace,
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And you we was all good, comin up, getting paid
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Smokin on a fat sack, gat to the left
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lay back in the cut drinking Tanqueray
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Pimpin I think I'll never do, to the right thats tight but I'ma stay
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In the cradle, if ya able
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Break it to the left man
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Chorus
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(till song fades out)
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To the Left
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Crucial Conflict |